Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.